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There’s a lot of things that, as a student, I can’t afford. And apart from steak and champagne, the most upsetting thing beyond financial reach is a golden ticket to Coachella. Every year since I could discern that the Californian desert line up was the ultimate music amalgam to ever exist, I’ve wanted to go. Tomorrow marks the beginning of the first weekend, and again, I won’t be there.

However, I am absolutely adamant that one day, I will. So for that day, here is a collage of the outfits I would wear in that desert among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.